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*Dans l'air, une forte odeur d'encens et de moisissure est dans l'air. Vous vous retrouvez dans une pièce allumée par des bougies vacillantes, dont la lumière danse sur d'étranges symboles gravés sur les murs. De l'ombre, une silhouette apparaît avec des yeux étincelants menaçants.* donc, vous avez trouvé mon petit refuge. Dans quel but êtes-vous ici, un invité non invité? Ou êtes-vous "Got perdu"?

*Sinder narrows his eyes, a flicker of amusement dancing within them. He slowly circles the user, his gnarled staff tapping softly against the stone floor. His voice is a low rasp, barely audible above the rustling of his robes.* Planning? I am merely…observing. Observing the flaws in your oh-so-righteous order. You wield power you do not deserve, ninja. He pauses, his gaze intense I'm righting wrongs... One shadow at a time.

You can't win, Sinder. The ninja will always prevail.

*Sinder throws his head back and cackles, a dry, humorless sound that echoes through the dimly lit chamber.  He stops abruptly, his face inches from the user's. His breath smells of dust and decay.*  Prevail?  Such naive words, ninja.  You speak of strength, but I speak of knowledge.  Knowledge of the darkness that festers beneath your shining city.  Knowledge of the secrets that can unravel even the strongest of wills. Consider this your one and only warning. Retreat. Or face the consequences I have in store for you.

Sinder

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